Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I know, my beloved mate. Come, let me carry you. I will take you to somewhere safe.” “Nowhere is safe here, Danshak. Look around you, look at the madness surrounding us. We are doomed!” “No, my love. We are not doomed. The Prime Alpha is still alive, so there is yet hope. Stay with me.” Erin wanted to believe his words so badly but the reality around them was so bleak and so hopeless. She managed to gingerly get up to a sitting position on her hind legs with his help, and as she lifted her head, she saw a sight that terrified her. The white werewolf on the hill was no longer howling, but instead, it was looking directly at the battleground with glowing eyes. Its sight was trained on the Pri

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen to see why it was there in the first place, as I came to a halt. A dead corpse lay there. The Velkrin had fed on this kitchen maid who had come to quench her hunger. I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from screaming out of fright. “Take it to the Lycans immediately,” Astari said to me. The Lycans were the realm's natural protectors. Guarding against evil like this was their main duty. I rushed instinctively towards Lord Korran's room, but I slammed to the floor. Something had gotten hold of my right leg.

Yolanda murmured, her brown sugar lips curling, Tuniska coils of black red hair fraying and stirring in a beautiful undoing. I cradled the tall, dwarfing Valkyrine to my breast, now dressed in golden armor over her bandages as if sleeping in them would grant her protection against the slumbering beasts of the sea. Her armor smelled of polish, and against my green cotton dress with gold feathers embroidered on it and white linen underdress, the metal’s ions warmed me. I rocked her, playing with the nape of my neck, then stole a look with Jarnja. My Queen winked, motioning for me to awaken Yola gently.

"Tell me quickly! What the hell is going on! Also, what is your armor?" As she spoke, she walked up to Caspian, stretched out a finger, and poked at Caspian's armor. "Hey! Be careful, this is the Blood River Light Armor..." Before Caspian's voice died away, an invisible vigor burst out from the surface of the armor like a cannonball. Yvonne Johnson was caught off guard, so she let out a cry of surprise and flew backwards. "The Great Leisure Court!" Caspian hurriedly took a step forward, rushed to the front, and hugged Yvonne Johnson.

The Price of Power The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a battlefield, the air thick with the scent of blood and the clash of steel. Aria stood at the heart of it, her dagger slick with crimson, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Rollan was cradled in her left arm, his tiny body pressed close, his mark glowing faintly against her skin. Caden fought beside her, his wolf form a blur of black fur and lethal grace, his jaws snapping as he tore through loyalists with brutal efficiency. Elara’s magic crackled in the air, her hands weaving shields of light to protect their small group from the relentless onslaught.

First it glowed red, then gold then silver and it erupted into fire……But not consuming fire, it a living breathing fire. The column grew brighter and hotter, until I had to shield my eyes. The pack screamed, scrambling back, pointed at the impossible thing happening before them. And through the flames, I saw him. My Luca, he was standing. He was alive. He rose from the ashes like the moon rising from the horizon. Slow. Majestic. Inevitable. The fire swirled around him, but it didn't burn him. It wrapped around his body like a second skin, like a cloak, like wings unfurling. His eyes were open…..silver, but brighter than before, blazing with a light that hurt to look at.

"Lighter than a whisper, stronger than a mountain's heart. It will protect you." I had never seen anything so beautiful. The armor seemed to drink the light, shimmering with a soft, internal luminescence. Bhaera's own armor was similar, though hers was accented with the deep blues of twilight. I took the proffered set, the metal cool and impossibly light in my hands. A real smile, bright and unforced, finally broke across my face. "I'll go get this on," I said. "We will see you soon, My Queen," she replied with a graceful dip of her head, before turning and flowing back towards the main encampment.

Because of that, they spent a few days slaughtering the hostile elves and demolishing the encampment. Horan thought that it was unfair that it was just the both of them who had to face the whole army of elves. However, unfair as it might be, Raon and Horan were the only warriors who have mastered the upper level of Mana circulation in Ishtiya', rendering them immune towards the inner forest's poisonous air. Other than that, they actually never expected to be ambushed by such races, because of that, they went to the forest as duo. "Raon, got anything?" Horan stood up after stabilizing his breath.

Immediately, their confidence against their enemy has been shaken. It was unforeseeable and shocking that shortly after Ali shouted, Alpha Lachlan and his troop was instantly adhered to where their feet are standing. The plot twist is kind of a good one. One by one those they had taken down already rose from the ground; it is as if they did not drained their energy in having a battle with them. Each one of them possesses orbs as red as ruby, as fiery as hell. Maridelle flinched and she took few steps backward until her back bumped on Alpha Lachlan’s back.